Uptown Girls (2003)

Molly Gunn: Ing, am I hideous?
Ingrid: What?
Molly Gunn: As my best friend, it is your duty not to lie to me. Please tell me, am I turning into a hideous hag?
Ingrid: Molly, you can have any guy in here with a snap of a finger, what's gotten into you?

Molly Gunn: Excuse me, Thumbelina, but you're still a little underage to be clubbing, aren't you?
Ray: You're a little overage to be wearing a lampshade in your hair. Bright idea?

Ray: You can have your job back, you know.
Molly Gunn: I don't think so. You and I, we're gonna be friends. Okay?
Ray: Grownups never stay friends with kids.
Molly Gunn: I don't see any grownups around here.
Ray: I do.

Neal: When I'm not ready, you hunt me down. When I try and make it work, you're not interested.
Molly Gunn: You know, ever since we met, it's about what I'm doing wrong... but I'm not the one with the problem here, Neal. You are, you and your selfishness. All you do is take and - I've got nothing for you right now, so... maybe it's time to start thinking about someone other than yourself. 'Till then.

Molly Gunn: Kid, have you ever been to a shrink?
Ray: Since I was three.

Molly Gunn: You brought your own personal soap?
Ray: Hay, you want to pick up bacterial meningitis or polio, you go ahead and be my guest. Whatever diseases you're already carrying probably make those sound like a joke, anyway.

Ray: You're a spastic hyena.

Ray: She always does this to me, she's not coming. Ow.
Roma Schleine: Well, if you would stop wiggling your ass, it wouldn't have fallen off in the first place.

Molly Gunn: That man in the library in your house... nurse said he's in a coma from a massive stroke. That's your father, huh?
Ray: Was. He's a vegetable now. Soon he'll be nothing.
Molly Gunn: That's kinda harsh.
Ray: It's a harsh world.

Ray: If you refuse to have a nice time with me, I'm going to have fun by myself.
Molly Gunn: 200 pliés isn't fun, Ray. It's slave labor.

Ray: Freestyle is for moronic little kids and hippie freaks.
Molly Gunn: It's fun.
Ray: Fundamentals are the building blocks of fun.

Ray: I'm not going anywhere, especially with you.
Molly Gunn: Oh, yes you are. We are going to sit in giant teacups and spin round and round in circles until we puke.
Ray: Are you on crack?
Molly Gunn: We're gonna have fun.

Neal: Molly, I came here to see you.
Molly Gunn: For what?
Neal: I haven't been able to write a single decent song since we last saw each other. Molly, I'm sorry. I was trying to take a step forward, but I took two steps backward instead.
Molly Gunn: Why don't you take one step sideways? Then we can stop doing this silly little dance.